Meng Jiu took a deep breath and solemnly stuffed a letter into the crack of the door.
As long as we get through tonight...
His eyes grew wider and wider.
Because he saw a very magical scene.
The letter he just stuffed through the crack in the door actually spat it out backwards through the crack in the door!
It was like a hand, an invisible human hand, pinched it and dragged it out.
No! Someone pulled it out from inside!
Meng Jiu took a step back, held the handle of the knife, and looked around warily.
The wind was blowing hard, with a tidal wave, as if it was going to rain.
The lantern in front of Shen's house was spinning in circles like crazy. His own lantern was placed aside, as if it was about to be blown up by the wind.
Other than that, everything was dead silent.
"Hee hee..." Someone chuckled, and the laughter seemed far and near, as if it was in his ears or behind the door.
"Who? If you dare to pretend to be a ghost again, believe it or not, grandpa will kill you!" Meng Jiu took out his long sword and stared at him eagerly.
Montessori's children have to practice literature and martial arts since they were young. He is not a weak chicken, and his courage and martial arts are not inferior to others.
"Huh..." Someone blew into his ear hole.
He jerked, raised his long knife and stabbed back with all his strength.
He stabbed him in the air, and a voice sounded on the wall: "You are so cruel and ruthless, you will kill people indiscriminately."
He raised his head and vaguely saw a slender man sitting in the darkness of the lamp, with one corner of his clothes hanging down, shining dark red under the lamplight.
"Who are you?" Meng Jiu couldn't tell whether he was a boy or a girl, but he was afraid of the unpredictability of his skills, so he decided to retreat and planned to run away.
"Leave the letter bag." The man on the wall yawned and stretched, revealing a beautiful waistline.
Meng Jiu pressed the envelope tightly: "Don't even think about it!"
"Then you can't leave!" the man on the wall said lazily.
"Can't leave? Do you still dare to kill me? Do you know who I am?"
Meng Jiu raised the corners of his lips and was very confident: "The person who dares to intercept and kill Meng's children on the street for no reason is still alive!"
"Really?" The man on the wall smiled slightly.
"Da, da, da, da..." The sound of footsteps came leisurely in the distance.
Every stroke is neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow.
However, in this silent night, it seemed very weighty, as if every stroke fell on people's hearts.
Meng Jiu looked up and saw a tall figure walking slowly towards this side from the other end of the long street.
He was wearing a long black robe, and when the night wind blew, he looked like a fairy.
He obviously seemed to be walking slowly and gracefully, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him.
This is a handsome and fair face.
In the entire Zhao Kingdom, there are few faces that can compare with her, let alone her grace and grace.
Lying on his shoulder was a fat black cat, its eyes shining like emeralds in the dim light.
Meng Jiu's liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and he retreated in panic: "Gu... Fenglin..."
Gu Fenglin smiled slightly, his smile as warm as the spring breeze.
He stretched out a fair and slender hand: "Good boy, give me the letter bag."
"No!" Meng Jiu clutched the letter bag tightly, and finally suppressed the fear and shrinkage in his heart: "Unless you let my fourth brother go!"
"It's already too late." Gu Fenglin said calmly.
"It's too late?" Meng Jiu couldn't understand.
But before he took another breath, his vision blurred and the envelope in his hand had been snatched away.